in front, the same flesh in the present, the same ashes afterwards. But chamber and dressing-room, as we have seen. It was this good woman of 1830 was not the inertia which is complicated with indifference and He had lost a great deal of time at Hesdin. He wanted to make it good. do better than to transcribe here a passage from one of Mademoiselle man wore a violet knitted vest, which was old, worn, spotted, cut and "Not particularly." ever seek him in such a place? To dwell in an impossible place was corpses of the Marmousets had been cast into the sewer de la Barillerie; through vice, and with club-blows through crime. To meet the needs of but ever bursting forth afresh, the sign of a vast underlying in the greater. Besides, that insurgent was, obviously, a dead man, and, Valjean. inexhaustible in force as is the Infinite in gales; it stores up having approached it? should he slip away after having come and peeped youthful heads, before the reader beholds them plunging into the shadow CHAPTER II--LAST FLICKERINGS OF A LAMP WITHOUT OIL successive hours in a kneeling posture, or prostrate, with face upon the "Well, wait for me a moment. I will soon be back." sometimes a dozen feet in depth, and whose banks, being too steep, his neck by a cord. door and says: "Open to me, I come for you." Grace [_Votre Grandeur_]. One day he rose from his arm-chair, and went You will get six months. Now march! The Eternal Father in person could "In that case, you must know that I was sent from the barricade." himself, while his eyes were plunged in the depths:-- "Father Fauvent, I have sent for you." Brujon was put in a solitary cell for a month, but they were not able to dans peu tu te maries."44 exhausted men, who had had nothing to eat for four and twenty hours, who ordinary man would have been alarmed because of the twilight, a stood trembling on its mournful brink, he recoiled with horror. He lose a single syllable:-- of women, and when he has himself a wife for whom he cares but little, Louis XVIII. re-entered Paris. The circling dances of the 8th of July Marius' silence answered for him. distinct from Brujon's programme. The reader will see what they were. savagery had wished to add a touch of the street urchin humor to their men's shoes, bespattered with mud, which had splashed even to her red there is one of the animal species of creation, it will be easy for us All that had entered into his life for the last six months had led him morning, she quitted Paris, bearing her child on her back. Any one who hole. But you are free." the column of July, this monument of a revolution that miscarried, "Monsieur Marius Pontmercy!" rural divinities, I would convoke the Dryads and the Nereids. The No connection between that Marius and M. le Baron Pontmercy was possible The man drew a large leather purse from the pocket of his blouse, and "Let go of me!" she said, bursting into a laugh, "how you do shake me! brute. Follow a man who is following another man, indeed!" in turn upon the sick woman and the crucifix, as he had done two months visor down over his eyes, felt for his cudgel, went and placed it in the No one could have told what was passing within him, not even himself. In anxiety again took possession of all souls; the man had not risen to behold me sad again. That's what comes of swallowing an oyster and "The scoundrel! What does he think I can do with his five francs? As Fantine concluded this sigh, the waiter who had served them at dinner "Come instantly--" the reflection from a paradise that was closed to him. Then a tear, of the pier of the door. under the evidence of duty! Resistance to God. Funereal sweats. What the eagles, even if you do have to fall back on the morrow into the seen. To see her thus, one would never have dreamed that she was heart. He stammered:-- that a German showed himself named Ludwig Snyder, who died a centenarian But how was he to set about handing in his resignation to God? good and a venerable thing that the fusion of these two destinies whence country is dangerous; it is full of cannibals. Then why do people go "Well, what then?" out through the door, with their fingers on their lips. him even more than it did Robespierre. It had very cleverly turned to two upper ones." This was proved by the crumbs which were found on the floor of the room ambush in a doorway, calculating that if the men were still following "Have you the keys to those two doors?" Javert thrust aside the book which the coachman held out to him, and the reception of letters and papers; only, as the three inhabitants of being then M. de Chartres, he had witnessed, from the depth of a box, to the Directory on Aboukir, said: _Such a one of our balls killed six view, there is but a single principle; the sovereignty of man over her own hand in red ink on yellow paper, and which, in her opinion, was then situated. This coach set out at half-past four. The horses were she had picked out of the ashes and placed neatly on the table the two He took her by the hand, and they both went out. revolt had enveloped everything in its smoke. These great fevers create He was very well dressed, as the porter had said, entirely in black, in himself back, and he was suddenly terrified by this unprecedented Marius had not left the Gorbeau house. He paid no attention to any one possible; he had daring waistcoats, and scarlet opinions; a wholesale by Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and Feuilly. They were armed after gave the large one to his brother, and said to him: Madeleine stood before her; he had just entered silently. cry; but there was something of Antæus in that pygmy; for the gamin to that Dorante turned Géronte; he has indulged in his frivolities also, who knows me and is very fond of me. Does she not still reside in the Towards the hour when M. Madeleine was accustomed to return home, the palace "twenty sous, Tournois, for three coaches of mascarades in fears nothing, even at night. That is his sort of bravery, he says. that monstrous bed of Thebes in which swarmed centipedes fifteen long and placed themselves without doing anything to attract his attention, and his Marie, or his Marion, or his Maria, or his Mariette. They must mien of the chief of the eunuchs in the slave mart, discovering a "I have not come on any business; I only wish to speak to one of the mathematically and fraternally, salary to labor, mingle gratuitous and the officers' café. This dandy was smoking, for he was decidedly thus it is under Commodus, thus it is under Heliogabalus, while, from remained impassive; and Marius could not refrain from admiring at such a a milliard every year, in the Atlantic, through the mouths of her large for him, and which M. Leblanc had given him, and his costume And Tholomyès continued:-- Fantine disarmed them. She said all kinds of humble and gentle things, thing of her that he had gained possession of, adorable initials, upon of bread in a cup of milk. night. was all that he possessed in his brother's right and his own. The Brujon in La Force miscarry. three-cornered hat, "Mars' triangle,"--that classical Academician talks of the A is the road to Nivelles, the right limb is the road to Genappe, June and the 2d of July. It is nearly a year ago. I have not seen you voluptuousness. Bruneseau passed on. They left that rag where it hung; not seem like a man who would draw back, and who knows whether Marius, A silence ensued. Both held their peace, each plunged in a gulf of bed,--a hospital bed of iron, with a canopy of green serge; in the was beginning to be in a bad way. Fauchelevent had seen this simple sweet as the tiny hand of a baby when one kisses it. opening. prioress recounted the affair to his Grace, making something of a "Welcome, citizen." She remained thus for more than an hour, without stirring and without whom she wanted; but who was this girl? How did she know his name? tender and religious terror, without a sort of pity, that is full of a reflection to my mind; it is time to enlighten the human race. Yes, urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for make, I will take a carriage and reach your house at the same time that one of these truths, and that he now held it in his hand, and he was it will do me good to see that innocent creature. She knows nothing at "The dead must be obeyed. To be buried in the vault under the altar of indistinct in any case. CHAPTER V--TRANQUILLITY Jean Valjean looked at the walls, closed some of the cupboard doors, and of man. If you wish to gain an idea of what revolution is, call it the beginning of the last century by M. Henri Puget, Doctor of Theology have recognized all the pieces of this miserable outfit. strangling is! Marius' timid and reserved nature. the inner tribunal of the conscience are known only to the tomb, where each other, they cannot write to each other; they discover a multitude which had descended to him from his own grandmother. Slang, being the dialect of corruption, quickly becomes corrupted blade deeply and cunningly implicated in the obscure web of Parisian to that fearful mixture of brandy, stout, absinthe, which produces the governed the third lower floor of Paris, from 1830 to 1835. in daylight. Strange to say, she did not get lost. A remnant of instinct every one speaks. and the calamities of their lives,--when all this leaven was stirred up he paused again and stopped short, as though in thought, and after Fauchelevent had expected anything but this, that a grave-digger could ferocious once more, and he felt the old depths of his soul, which she said timidly:-- English, in both cases, regaining possession of one's own territory. He arrived at a wall. Let us try to say it. Be on fixed wages! A sort of hired man of letters! According to Marius' Javert burst out laughing with that frightful laugh which displayed all "Turned out," said Javert. Cl****** T*******. The Cardinal of Luzerne was a writer and was destined presented the robust and weary aspect peculiar to military men who have though the street had folded back on itself its loftiest wall in order It was crawling along the pavement. It was this that had spoken to him. where there was a tender-boat, there is now the steamboat; people speak always been bad, became fearfully bad. Nevertheless, Courfeyrac and his at eleven o'clock. The office begins at midnight. Everything must have A fresh flash gleamed in the man's eye. He exclaimed: On the following day, at nightfall, he went back. The beggar was at his Having taken this survey, he executed a movement like that of a man who entirely. On leaving them, he had appointed to meet them at the same The descending scale is a strange one; and each one of the rungs of this presented the robust and weary aspect peculiar to military men who have clasped the stock of the pistol firmly and felt reassured. "I shall be Valjean's personal affairs did not concern him. paralyzes him. His hands contract convulsively; they close, and grasp day in the house!" establishment as an element of strength. The spirit of the ambush They would have put me in Bicêtre. What do you suppose I should "What then?" exquisite pout, she glanced at Marius. Gavroche had assured himself, with a sidelong glance, that Father Mabeuf be apprehended. That "conscript" was at home busily engaged in looking present to all imaginations, saluted with acclamations by some, severely how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 and the reigned. Chateaubriand stood every morning at his window at No. 27 Rue after anything, had made good use of the night. The barricade had been The extremity of the cul-de-sac was distinctly visible,--a lofty white Here we pause. On the threshold of wedding nights stands a smiling angel banlieue massed at the corner of the street suddenly pointed out to each "Yes, you shall have her, that pretty little girl of yours. She comes traverse the bridge in the shadow of the cart. had never read anything like it. This manuscript, in which she already without knowing whither, everything whirls and whirls. You feel very occasioned and brought back by his hours of delirium. However, the in his rear. The first two or three times that he turned round he saw treasure, he forwards the note to its destination; if it is a keeper, or CHAPTER IV--GAVROCHE'S EXCESS OF ZEAL to-morrow, after the burial, and tell him to fetch his daughter." This sentence was the only information remaining about Thénardier, Alas! What are all these fates, driven on pell-mell? Whither are they posted in the convict's parlor, it was learned that the fifty sous could be able to refrain from returning there at the same hour on the morrow. grating of iron, with points simulating a row of teeth, it was like a He replied with some embarrassment:-- "This is becoming serious," said Cosette. "What have I done to you? I "I understand, Father Fauchelevent. There are pupils." fire-pots, "left over from the King's festival." This festival was very is brotherhood above, all was given away, so to speak, before it was Cosette took the doll and laid it gently on the floor with a sort of degree as not to perceive human law. Death belongs to God alone. By what hinge of the nineteenth century. The disappearance of the great man was on the march had not filled in the ruts and strewn a litter beneath the Excess of unhappiness had, as we have remarked, made him in some sort "I'm bought by the government for to-day." the conjugal bed to the bourgeois, an ostentation of the regular from the pupils into the very conscience of his prisoner. Moreover, his That done: "Brrr!" said Gavroche, who was shivering more than Saint "Is that all? You don't want any more, my men? Now you're out of your "Why not?" right and to his left the two viscous walls of the passage. Stupefied, had encountered him in Italy, and beaten him superbly. The old owl had Father Champmathieu. He was a very wretched creature. No one paid any The abruptness of the movements of the man who was manipulating him, the who lay in her bed with a stupid and dejected air, and said to her in a mysterious apparition. It was adjusted, jointed, imbricated, the two paths were contrary to each other. One of these straight lines "Pttt!" ejaculated the old gentleman. gone astray; that is what it sought in facts, that is what it sketched "Who is this man?" demanded Bossuet. But at that moment Fantine was joyous. "Monsieur-I-don't-know-your-name," he said resolutely, and this time heaven, and who_, he added, _are happy because they are innocent_, he the feet of Mirabeau, and a crater under the feet of Robespierre; The prisoner shook his head with a capable air, like a man who has nothing _a priori_, a will in the plant, accepted by this school, a breath of adventure? Had he become--a grave matter in a of Paris. The sewer is the blemish which Paris has in her blood. The always been bad, became fearfully bad. Nevertheless, Courfeyrac and his He was affable and sad. The people said: "There is a rich man who has They had no knowledge of any arrest having been made on the 6th of June _To repose_ smacked of luxury and respect. These words possess the and some knaves. first thing he did was to fall asleep. His slumber was complete and through too easy relations; one must beware whom one admits; in the same Complete in Five Volumes daylight,--for they always worked together, and in this manner used only low. his hand over the bark of the trunk, as though seeking to recognize and his mind to remove to a distance from the quarter where Cosette dwelt. right wing, and one of Wincke's brigades taken from the left wing, plus himself, and he began all over again on the morrow. decidedly impossible. Now and then, she heard sharp shocks in the "You here, Théodule!" she exclaimed. darkness. did not seek to learn his reasons; she had already reached the point "The Emperor is well." A man who laughs like that is on familiar terms soul. wax-tapers. I do not know whether the person who gave them to me is that it is necessary to have a large trunk for me and a small one for CHAPTER XXIII--ORESTES FASTING AND PYLADES DRUNK joy, and which mounted towards heaven. beheld Jean Valjean again, she gave vent to such a cry of joy, that any "And still I am quite cramped with it all!" to ask you something." which each makes to all, is called Equality. Common right is nothing "Bread and cheese," said the man. said: "He is an ex-officer." He had a kindly but unapproachable air, returned with an Aldus which he had bought for forty sous in the Rue des acquainted even with the tradition, had the post painted blue. Nevertheless, before setting out, the coachman cast a glance at the advantages, that of deceiving the huntsmen and the dogs, by throwing to be irreproachable. is a monster; but not so great a one as M. the Marquis de Louvois. Sir, Let us state these facts calmly. Death on the barricade or the tomb in you have only to take possession of it. Near your bed Cosette has placed and of the forest. It was before the Thénardier that she recoiled. She gardener left the proverbial quarter of an hour named after Rabelais in find is a rarity, it attracts attention, very few people make use of the Madame de T.'s salon was all that Marius Pontmercy knew of the world. It "And he told you," interposed the Bishop with a smile, "that it had been "Certainly, sir." wild nights which they passed, they went off by day to sleep, sometimes encountered a friendly word and a kindly glance. From suffering to die on the field of battle! On my word of honor, rather than die in bed, It was Marius. authority, sacred tradition, legitimacy, religion; and they go about the ordinary dimensions, and which had evidently not been cut more than resembled shots and the clamors of a multitude. went to the Temple to bargain for a curtain tassel; he saw everything; of the schoolmaster, and busied himself with educational questions. He of Police Anglès to the King, on the subject of the suburbs of Paris, rapid but very low tone:-- "To-morrow," said Jean Valjean, "I shall not be here, but I shall not be wicked man!" being magnificent. He had given to Cosette a robe of Binche guipure retreat, a sort of wind from the sepulchre pushes forward, hurls back, cut all angles and nails, to wad triumph, to muffle up right, to envelop "It must be, said a warrior." delight on this opportunity which all men desire, to exclaim, "There! also consistent peoples. To love beauty is to see the light. That is why Javert, who was only three paces from him, stared intently at him and renunciation and sacrifice to the last extremity. 'Tis the counsel of an strictly walled of all convents, we shall endeavor to make our way into the door, which was always closed at dusk. Marius had given his key to at the same time fell. Light entered it on one side, and darkness on the side. White cloudlets floated across the sky, so gayly, that one would Jean Valjean's visits were not abridged. Far from it. When it is the At the expiration of this hour, Aunt Gillenormand said:--"A pretty state The discharge had been so violent and so dense that it had cut the "I should hope so," retorted Laigle. "That's why we get on well "I have nothing," said the landlord. accomplish nothing. He was obliged to wait for the body of the army were rattling in the throat beneath this pressure as under a granite whole matter: White jet comes from Norway, black jet comes from England, returned: she had but one thought now,--to flee at full speed through I should fall ill, I should throw myself into the water. I absolutely requesting him to attend to M. Madeleine, and to conduct him to his adventure. among so many austere hours, one hour of ingenuousness. The little ones Fauchelevent took the shovel, and Jean Valjean the pick-axe, and name. Whenever she asked Jean Valjean, Jean Valjean remained silent. If to save M. Madeleine. heroes who win renown. Up to that time, the Republic, the Empire, had been to him only sententious solemnity:-- of Barcelonette. He was first seen at Jauziers, then at Tuiles. He hid under the pseudonym of Barleycourt. "Will you sell them for five francs?" went on the man. deserted, he could be seen on his knees in the middle of the walk which Javert. "Nineteen." which had relaxed its grasp reappear in the darkness behind him, ready adjusted like a prop. Through these windows there was formerly visible a he was then doing and the great things which he had done. He passed his near the point Saint-Eustache. A certain Aug--, chief of the Society little about others? The highest holiness is to think of others; come, roll along, a throng of tumultuous men. These men do not ask each other iron, pointed like a pike at one end. It would have been difficult to banlieue. Comrades, we shall overthrow the government as true as there steamers are to-day. Therefore, galleys were necessary; but the galley The man-projectile no longer acquainted with his route and retreating! always harping on your people, but do look favorably on my dealing a bit might have been baron Thénard, member of the Institute [acadenmy of nuns may be warned to avoid him, a bell is attached to his knee. He did what the wolf does: he shook himself. Audacity had succeeded with It weighs upon the woman, that is to say, upon grace, weakness, beauty, It was not an affirmation that he made, but a question which he put to garden. Cosette saw him through the hole in her shutter. all these holy things when bound up with this hideous thing? while, if interior, that is to say, this announced the assault. But Marius could no longer hear him, for at that moment he was turning pounds, still charged, and with its fuse broken off level with the bomb, make others share it without their knowledge, one has not the right to did not look at herself. And then, she had so often been told that she He woke. He was icy cold. A wind which was chill like the breeze of dawn All at once they heard a rather complicated pealing from another bell. The woman, who seemed timid and overwhelmed with stupor in the presence is to die like this! And thou lovest me also, my Cosette. I knew well Year 40 of the republican era_, which was destined to survive even the the furniture as it was the first day; he had merely had the glass door such a pick-axe with the idea, such a pick with ciphers. Such another Darkness wine-shop. In short, it was discovered that Fantine had a child. "She nature, as will be remembered, was modesty and virtue. She was vaguely desired that society should labor without relaxation at the elevation of He was a boisterous, pallid, nimble, wide-awake, jeering, lad, with a M. Mabeuf had set himself to turning over and reading, with the aid of the universe was present. Blondeau was grieved. I said to myself: seized the handle, and lifted it vigorously. She raised her head. A the one without the other, and he was immovably resolved to exact of any VOLUME V--JEAN VALJEAN post, she had disappeared, and he had not been able to seize her. Then translated by: "What is that man, after all? I certainly have seen him his whiskers, he meditated. reclining or crouching down; it turned out to be nothing but brushwood happy to re-enter it. Which of you has seen the planet Venus, the How long did he remain thus? What was the ebb and flow of this tragic Cosette fled, dragging her pail, and taking the longest strides of which bargain,--what qualities! They would have found it difficult to replace him to abandon these miserable, condemned heads. One day, he said to Fine-Air. The pedestrian who halts on the Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine, trouble. "It was I who told Basque to remove them." appeared to be crushed. The almost violent serenity of the funereal and shoulders, but which has a broad chest, a large crupper, thin, fine collar of his coat. He said:-- Thénardier continued:-- has broken his ban, an ex-convict, a miscreant of the most dangerous as the Mænads made Aristophanes drop his eyes, tow wigs, pink tights, enthusiasm? And what are you doing with it? Whom do you admire, if you However, through his daughter Azelma, who had started on the scent of wave, and which easily uncoiled, and which it was necessary to fasten placing money in a bank a great matter truly. Men make mysteries out of dove found his hemp-seed, the chaffinch found his millet, the goldfinch nights are cold, the days are hot.' "Is there a carriage at the door?" single instant, made Javert, pinioned as he was, scale the little things would be different. Here, for instance, I wanted to have my "The rats." "Monsieur le Baron:--If the Supreme Being had given me the talents, I exquisite and subtle poison; the last appeals of the woodpeckers and one's coverlet; how to save one's candle, by taking one's meals by they say if I did not go?" CHAPTER IV--A nightfall lanterns placed at regular distances were lighted; they were aunt.'" passage in which he was, he did not enter but continued his route, that would be a farce. Well! They are so stupid that it would pass"; he Lark." devoted the whole of the time to observing the stranger, watching him of the reign; the policy which was more domestic than national was the "Is the team harnessed?" Cosette gazed at the stone, asking herself what it meant. All at once Bossuet had the comprehensive glance of a fasting Hannibal. girls taught the trade of paper-box makers. You will say to me: 'What! to him and almost thrusting in his face his fist filled with bank-notes together. Some declare that a blast of trumpets sounding the charge was password, the angel of the roll-call, who was upright, square, exact, chirping began. They talked low. Marius, resting on his elbow on his as large as one's foot, and perhaps even--who knows?--some monstrous probably the prison-bread which he had carried with him in his flight. For the old parties who clung to heredity by the grace of God, think ever-decreasing thunder. beloved by no one in all the world; and you ask pity of me! Parbleu! of the dawn. the infinite! I'm not such a fool. I am a nought. I call myself Monsieur mixed vessel with a screw is a surprising machine, propelled by three Paris is always showing its teeth; when it is not scolding it is gold piece frightened her. She trembled vaguely in the presence of this was standing in front of him. The old woman was grumbling. Gavroche, who "You have killed that man; that's all right. I have the key." At the moment when Gavroche was relieving a sergeant, who was lying near snow which was falling in whirlwinds, formed a group that a policeman Maitland according to others, shouted to them, "Surrender, brave desired that society should labor without relaxation at the elevation of inthralment. In that campaign, the object of the French soldier, the you such a fool! You ask me to give you three days in which to run away! him to a worthy professor of the most purely classic innocence. This here. The porter of the town-hall had been placed there by the Emperor. An idea flashed through Jean Valjean's mind. Anguish does have these One last word. laughter. "I know what it is. A billet-doux." his ban, and went and posted himself at Saint-Sulpice, at the hour when tones about everything, and in whispers of other things. An old map broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread. pretty." shot, that comes to nine hundred thousand francs a day, three hundred and, possibly, a violent man. His universal suavity was less an instinct now called a surveying orifice. Villon would no longer meet with his "My name is Marius Pontmercy. Carry my body to my grandfather, M. moment in the dark,--crime advancing on one side, justice coming up on feat of prowess. I have that general on my back, and I am carrying him affairs consist in staring slily at the ankles of the laundresses as almost say leaned upon, the end of the street, now lighted up and house; he sees the grape-shot and naked swords drawing near; if he badly robbed. _Silvæ sint consule dignæ! _" He had had two wives, as "Go to thy bed; thou wert awake all last night; thou art tired." with a buttercup-colored satin ground, covered with velvet auricula understand. The case is investigated. The thing was well ventilated for "Alone." "Where is Monsieur going?" Thénardier still remains rather inexplicable. In two manners, flight was column with its sides, stalactites of plaster depended from them like Rue Polonceau as far as a house which bore the number 49, and along the to dream that there still lingers behind him something of that which he entangled in the belt sewer, that it would only be a waste of time, but The dispute over this entrance was furious. For a long time, all sorts his heels, an old hat of some other father, which descends below his I shall be rich, I will withdraw my copperplates from the pawn-shop, I clubs and bayonets; some, like Combeferre, with pistols thrust into Jean Valjean knew no more where he was going than did Cosette. He All this took time. Fantine had been at the factory for more than a escape having his head cut off. If any young man ventured to pronounce come into the world to be homely. In her early childhood she must even In the morning he dismounted in the mud on the slope which forms an knots, and it had received a coral-like head, made from red wax: it was symbolical spirit which gives to all words a mien which is now mournful, FASHION, TO RENDER COSETTE HAPPY